Primordial - A Journey's End
Original Version Rerelease Version Rerelease Slipcase Version 1. Graven Idol 8:06 1. Graven Idol 8:06 1. Graven Idol 8:06 2. Dark Song 5:06 2. Dark Song 5:06 2. Dark Song 5:06 3. Autumn's Ablaze 8:17 3. Autumn's Ablaze 8:17 3. Autumn's Ablaze 8:17 4. Journey's End 8:01 4. Journey's End 8:01 4. Journey's End 8:01 5. Solitary Mourner 2:56 5. Solitary Mourner 2:56 5. Solitary Mourner 2:56 6. Bitter Harvest 10:34 6. Bitter Harvest 10:34 6. Bitter Harvest 10:34 7. On Aistear Deirneach 4:28 7. On Aistear Deirneach 4:28 7. On Aistear Deirneach 4:28 8. And the sun set of life forever 9:17 8. And the sun set of life forever 9:17 total time 47:28 total time 56:37 total time 56:37 Double CD Version LP Rerelease Version 1. Graven Idol 8:06 1. Graven Idol 8:06 2. Dark Song 5:06 2. Dark Song 5:06 3. Autumn's Ablaze 8:17 3. Autumn's Ablaze 8:17 4. Journey's End 8:01 4. Journey's End 8:01 5. Solitary Mourner 2:56 5. Solitary Mourner 2:56 6. Bitter Harvest 10:34 6. Bitter Harvest 10:34 7. On Aistear Deirneach 4:28 7. On Aistear Deirneach 4:28 8. And the sun set of life forever 9:17 --- Bonus Disc: Live at the Ritz in Lisbon, Portugal 1999 --- 1. Infernal Summer 5:58 2. The calling 4:51 3. Journeys End 7:21 4. Children of the Harvest 6:49 5. The Burning Season 8:28 6. The Purging Fire (Gods to the Godless) 6:38 7. Autumn's Ablaze 8:04 8. Let The Sun Set On Life Forever 7:10 9. Graven Idol 8:03 10. To Enter Pagan 5:35 total time 2:05:34 total time 47:28
Graven Idol Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee Dark Song I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depts of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? Ailiú Iath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... (Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glúngel) Autumn's Ablaze And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I've lost Journey's End Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this Blood Red Sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon's face They shall Again Arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their Blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the Pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of Glory have gone... (First and third verses are original text, second verse... a posthumous reflection upon the first and third in a more personal context...) Solitary Mourner And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... Bitter Harvest A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... Lyrics in plain text format